Have you ever been presented with a situation that was both exciting and terrifying at the same time? That’s what happened to me and how I have a motorcycle story to share with you now.
Can you picture yourself having a carefree time with the wind blowing your hair in all directions as you speed down a paved path towards a favorite picnic destination?
Or, careening down uncharted trails in search of a soft place to land?
July is Women’s Motorcycle Month. Many years ago I was invited to go on a double date with a new friend and her boyfriend. “We’ll go motorcycle riding at sunset,” she said. “It will be so much fun!” I agreed to the date, but didn’t reveal to her two critical details: 1) I’d never actually ridden on a motorcycle, and 2) a more significant fact for me…this would be my first date.
I was so excited about a real date. I was also nervous about the motorcycle part. I’ve grown up around motorcycles, so I hatched a plan to gain some time in the saddle before the date and gain some confidence as a knowledgeable rider.
My father was part of the Army’s 4th Cavalry during WWII. No, he didn’t ride a horse…he rode a Harley. He passed that love of two-wheeled speed to my brothers. They shared ownership of a Honda. I had no idea how big that “bike” was in my future for the date, but I was determined to do some field research before I took to the open road. I innocently asked my brother if I could sit on his motorcycle. Instead, I got a motorcycle driving lesson, with disastrous results. I crashed into a tree, bashed in the headlight, and had to have 13 stitches to close up the gap in my knee.
Your story of embracing a new experience may involve your own version of stitches…representing a hard lesson learned. The message I’d like you to take away from this glimpse into my history is that we must be willing to say “yes” to things outside our comfort zone in order to experience life…the sweet and the not so sweet.
By the way, I did go on the date, although not on a motorcycle for quite some time. I guess it turned out okay…we’ve been married fifty years.
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and Florence M. Prescott